OK, looking over these posts I see where I've been a bit of a negative-nancy, so here's something cheerful from Youtube from Fall Saturdays in the ACC ...
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Picasa and all that
The picture that I sent to the tour guides had no tags -- figures.
Frankly, I did not think much of Picasa. I don't anticipate using it. I like ideas, and this thing is bereft of them.
As for online web albums, I do have one at Photobucket, but there aren't very many pictures on it.
Frankly, I did not think much of Picasa. I don't anticipate using it. I like ideas, and this thing is bereft of them.
As for online web albums, I do have one at Photobucket, but there aren't very many pictures on it.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Don't Believe The Hype
Hype-rlink?
No thanks -- I generally have to read the main text before I will go "down the rabbit hole" to embedded links. The most irritating kind of link of all are the ones that don't open in a new browser window, so you have to keep clicking on the "back" button to return to the original (are you listening, Google?).
As for students, well, I imagine they might be less concerned about the main text than an old codger like me. Either way, there's a price to be paid -- I am probably too linear in my thinking, and they are probably too scattered in theirs.
For teaching and learning links may have value in highlighting connections for the reader -- mind you, then the reader may not be learning to do this for him/herself.
Writing with hyperlinks is six kinds of irritating. Much like my reading, I have to finish the draft and then go back and insert the links.
Oh, and if, like me, you weren't inclined to click on the first hyperlink in this blog, I have embedded the old-school audio below ...
No thanks -- I generally have to read the main text before I will go "down the rabbit hole" to embedded links. The most irritating kind of link of all are the ones that don't open in a new browser window, so you have to keep clicking on the "back" button to return to the original (are you listening, Google?).
As for students, well, I imagine they might be less concerned about the main text than an old codger like me. Either way, there's a price to be paid -- I am probably too linear in my thinking, and they are probably too scattered in theirs.
For teaching and learning links may have value in highlighting connections for the reader -- mind you, then the reader may not be learning to do this for him/herself.
Writing with hyperlinks is six kinds of irritating. Much like my reading, I have to finish the draft and then go back and insert the links.
Oh, and if, like me, you weren't inclined to click on the first hyperlink in this blog, I have embedded the old-school audio below ...
Not-So-Fellow Traveller
First stop on my travels in E-ducation finds me writing about something I can hardly stand. I find travel generally distasteful, and avoid it whenever and wherever possible. When I am forced to travel (now solely for family purposes) I find that I need a vacation to recover from my so-called "vacation".
So, my favourite trip is the one I don't have to take -- like when my wife took our daughter to Greece, or our son to Scotland. In both cases she went with her older sister while I enjoyed a rare respite from the usual domestic roar ...
My dream travel destination? That's easy: right out my back door, poolside in our cedar-lined back-yard, under the awning with a glass of wine and a good book.
I wasn't always so dull. In 1990 I rode out to Vancouver and then down the Pacific Coast Highway to Mexico on my motorcycle. A couple of years later I rode it to Atlanta, Georgia. I have been to New Orleans three times, and Ireland once. But increasing age, responsibilities and general exhaustion have taken their toll. My travelling days are over, and that's fine by me.
So why did I join the "Travels in E-ducation"? Simple -- I can explore an increasingly wide world without setting foot beyond my own front door.
So, my favourite trip is the one I don't have to take -- like when my wife took our daughter to Greece, or our son to Scotland. In both cases she went with her older sister while I enjoyed a rare respite from the usual domestic roar ...
My dream travel destination? That's easy: right out my back door, poolside in our cedar-lined back-yard, under the awning with a glass of wine and a good book.
I wasn't always so dull. In 1990 I rode out to Vancouver and then down the Pacific Coast Highway to Mexico on my motorcycle. A couple of years later I rode it to Atlanta, Georgia. I have been to New Orleans three times, and Ireland once. But increasing age, responsibilities and general exhaustion have taken their toll. My travelling days are over, and that's fine by me.
So why did I join the "Travels in E-ducation"? Simple -- I can explore an increasingly wide world without setting foot beyond my own front door.
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